sorry i took a little while getting this up, but i was really worried that i was maybe going too far down the wrong road, just a little thankyou to stef, aka A Rose By Any Other Name, who was the one who made me carry on writing this! I guess this chapter really just goes straight on from the last, but i thought i put too much in too few words in the last one, anyway, enjoy.
By the way, in case you didnt guess, i am not Mrs Rowling, as my name is Tom, and my soul does not belong to Holywood. (that was a bit harsh i know) and i dont own any of the characters, i do however have a share in them, as i bought the books, so as a shareholder, i feel that i am mearly exercising my rights ( this will never hold up in court!).
Harry had never liked the dark, it was never empty for him, a black room was not just without light, but full of secrets.
As he sat in the endless wasteland of darkness, he knew there was no way out, no magic could help him here, his weak arms and legs still ached from the walk, and then the beating.
The room he was in, from the outside could not have been more than six feet square, but inside, you could walk for days and never even see the end.
Harry had lain there for hours. Time itself meant very little at the moment, Harrys shattered watch still ticked over the seconds, but the hands never moved. He had stopped screaming into the distance long ago, not able to see any boundries, his voice never echoed. It was far worse than any walls or bars could do. Walls meant something, you knew the limits, you knew you were in a cage, and you could see it, touch it, smell it. Here, there was nothing. No walls, no roof, no doors. It was as if he was free, but he felt the weight of inprisonment. The nothingness that streched away into infinity ment nothing, there was no way out, no door to break through, no secret trapdoor,no Ron or Hermione to help.
That hurt, i wasnt sure wether they had got out, and without them now he felt very alone. His tears had dried up though. More than ever now he longed to be normal, that he had never discoverd the truth about his parents even, and was living as a slave to the Dursley family. At least when they hit him, it only hurt outside.
Harry sighed sharpy, his throat catching the air and wheasing painfully.
After he was released from the Imperius curse, it was as if molten lead had been pumped through every part of his body. Voldemort had laughed again as he beat Harry to the floor. It was hard to tell which was the worst kind of tourture.
He had been fed, or at least a thick swill was poured down his throat.
Crouds of Death Eaters had prodded and poked him, jearing and laughing from behind their thich black cloaks. Harry struggled to keep concious throughout, his weary mind desperately looking for a way to break free, longing for a gap in the group to open, anyhthing to make a run for the surface, a run for freedom. He knew though, the ball wasn't in his court. At least twenty fully trained wizards surrounded him, each armed with their wands, and ready to lung at him, and no chance presented itself.
It had been Voldemort himself who, to the boys surprise, had called off the attack. Just in time he had ordered them all to stop, and carry Harry to the Empty Place. This had meet with a nod of agreement, this was a suitable punishment for the demise of their master.
Harry had set out his remaining posession in a square, a kind of border, marked by the corners, in which he slept his shivring, frightend time away, as his frail body desperately tried to recover.
Dumbledore had called both families in to the school before telling them. The Dursleys of course had little trouble accepting the fact that Harry had gone missing, not that it hadnt come as a shock to all of them, but there main worry quickly shifted from Harry's safety to "who will do all the housework now?"
As Mr and Mrs Granger and Weesley filed into his office, Dumbledore took a deep breath before invitig them to sit.
"Molly, Arthur, MrGranger, Mrs Granger, i have to tell you this now, if you don't here, you won't understand what this means, what has happened. Please,remain quiet whilst is explain, what i have to say, is dificult by anyone's standards."
Concern spread acros the four parents, what could possibly be this hard to say. No. Not that. No, Hogwarts was the safest place to be now.
"Two nights ago, your children, accomanied by Harry Potter,attempted to foil a plan devised by the Dark Lord to regain his full power, and.." the Headmasters voice as calm, but his eyes again flailed longingly in their sockets for a way for tihs all not to have happened, that he wouldnt have to say these things. " were," this was harder to say than the most difficult incantation. more powerful as well, even the worst spells killed only one at a time, he was about to kill two, infrout of their parents. "Killed." It had come out, finally.
The room was silent, the faces of the occupants were imobile, the words were sinking in.
Molly was the first to react, buring here face in her hands and weeping. Arthur still looked stunned hours later, and never accepted the facts fully.
The Grangers quietly left the room after a few minutes, seeming almost happy, and looking more and more uncomfortable and out of place, as muggles, with no links anymore to the wizarding world. The Grangers though, had cried all the way from the castle entrance to the door of their house, where they silently packed all of their daughters belongings up, and stored them in the attic. They greived openly with each other, and occasionaly went up to look through Hermionies things as long as they lived in the house.
The greif caused by Voldemort in his first moments of regaining power.
By the way, in case you didnt guess, i am not Mrs Rowling, as my name is Tom, and my soul does not belong to Holywood. (that was a bit harsh i know) and i dont own any of the characters, i do however have a share in them, as i bought the books, so as a shareholder, i feel that i am mearly exercising my rights ( this will never hold up in court!).
Harry had never liked the dark, it was never empty for him, a black room was not just without light, but full of secrets.
As he sat in the endless wasteland of darkness, he knew there was no way out, no magic could help him here, his weak arms and legs still ached from the walk, and then the beating.
The room he was in, from the outside could not have been more than six feet square, but inside, you could walk for days and never even see the end.
Harry had lain there for hours. Time itself meant very little at the moment, Harrys shattered watch still ticked over the seconds, but the hands never moved. He had stopped screaming into the distance long ago, not able to see any boundries, his voice never echoed. It was far worse than any walls or bars could do. Walls meant something, you knew the limits, you knew you were in a cage, and you could see it, touch it, smell it. Here, there was nothing. No walls, no roof, no doors. It was as if he was free, but he felt the weight of inprisonment. The nothingness that streched away into infinity ment nothing, there was no way out, no door to break through, no secret trapdoor,no Ron or Hermione to help.
That hurt, i wasnt sure wether they had got out, and without them now he felt very alone. His tears had dried up though. More than ever now he longed to be normal, that he had never discoverd the truth about his parents even, and was living as a slave to the Dursley family. At least when they hit him, it only hurt outside.
Harry sighed sharpy, his throat catching the air and wheasing painfully.
After he was released from the Imperius curse, it was as if molten lead had been pumped through every part of his body. Voldemort had laughed again as he beat Harry to the floor. It was hard to tell which was the worst kind of tourture.
He had been fed, or at least a thick swill was poured down his throat.
Crouds of Death Eaters had prodded and poked him, jearing and laughing from behind their thich black cloaks. Harry struggled to keep concious throughout, his weary mind desperately looking for a way to break free, longing for a gap in the group to open, anyhthing to make a run for the surface, a run for freedom. He knew though, the ball wasn't in his court. At least twenty fully trained wizards surrounded him, each armed with their wands, and ready to lung at him, and no chance presented itself.
It had been Voldemort himself who, to the boys surprise, had called off the attack. Just in time he had ordered them all to stop, and carry Harry to the Empty Place. This had meet with a nod of agreement, this was a suitable punishment for the demise of their master.
Harry had set out his remaining posession in a square, a kind of border, marked by the corners, in which he slept his shivring, frightend time away, as his frail body desperately tried to recover.
Dumbledore had called both families in to the school before telling them. The Dursleys of course had little trouble accepting the fact that Harry had gone missing, not that it hadnt come as a shock to all of them, but there main worry quickly shifted from Harry's safety to "who will do all the housework now?"
As Mr and Mrs Granger and Weesley filed into his office, Dumbledore took a deep breath before invitig them to sit.
"Molly, Arthur, MrGranger, Mrs Granger, i have to tell you this now, if you don't here, you won't understand what this means, what has happened. Please,remain quiet whilst is explain, what i have to say, is dificult by anyone's standards."
Concern spread acros the four parents, what could possibly be this hard to say. No. Not that. No, Hogwarts was the safest place to be now.
"Two nights ago, your children, accomanied by Harry Potter,attempted to foil a plan devised by the Dark Lord to regain his full power, and.." the Headmasters voice as calm, but his eyes again flailed longingly in their sockets for a way for tihs all not to have happened, that he wouldnt have to say these things. " were," this was harder to say than the most difficult incantation. more powerful as well, even the worst spells killed only one at a time, he was about to kill two, infrout of their parents. "Killed." It had come out, finally.
The room was silent, the faces of the occupants were imobile, the words were sinking in.
Molly was the first to react, buring here face in her hands and weeping. Arthur still looked stunned hours later, and never accepted the facts fully.
The Grangers quietly left the room after a few minutes, seeming almost happy, and looking more and more uncomfortable and out of place, as muggles, with no links anymore to the wizarding world. The Grangers though, had cried all the way from the castle entrance to the door of their house, where they silently packed all of their daughters belongings up, and stored them in the attic. They greived openly with each other, and occasionaly went up to look through Hermionies things as long as they lived in the house.
The greif caused by Voldemort in his first moments of regaining power.